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  • Poem for Kris

    as said by them sages, “just so” just so-just so-just so non-interference with the flow forgoing and slowing forgoing all knowing when we see “to – be” just sewing-just sewing-just sewing Related articles Flowing / Swaying (keithwaynebrown.com) Daodejing 25 (keithwaynebrown.com) Body… Continue reading

    Poem for Kris

  • Body 4: Disembodied Nature

    Newest issue of Disembodied Text is out. Take a look see. The poetry, the music, the art pieces… really speaking to me this morning. Hat off to the editors, Kiki and Chris, for a great compilation. Body 4: Disembodied Nature… Continue reading

    Body 4: Disembodied Nature

  • multiple versions of regret

    Originally posted on Randall Dean Scott: Everyone has their own version of this our youth passing like pages bending and flipping off a thumb rapid yet so much story unfolded and here we are looking back and forward I think… Continue reading

    multiple versions of regret

  • The Giving of Names

    Originally posted on simonhlilly: I promised 47whitebuffalo that I would write something on the names of ancient Celtic tribes. This is not exactly what I originally had in mind, but it is how things seem to be arriving in these… Continue reading

    The Giving of Names

  • A Frank Prayer

    Oh thou endless Great Way, broad and flowing in profound tranquility, Where hatred happens, let there now be love; Where weakness occurs, fortitude; Where doubt arises, faithfulness; Where despair crushes, hopefulness; Where darkness encroaches, enlightenment; Where sadness lingers, joyfulness. Encompassing… Continue reading

    A Frank Prayer

  • Love is not a duty or trade

    “Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask… Continue reading

  • Drinking alone with the Moon…

    Drinking Alone with the Moon From a pot of wine among the flowers I drank alone.There was no one with me — Till raising my cup, I ask the bright moon To bring me my shadow and make us three.… Continue reading

  • Textimony 20120821

    “Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is the same for all.” – Virgil “Love, and then what you will, do.” -St. Augustine Continue reading

  • millipede love is mysterious and wild « sittinginthewoods

    A new blog from a good brother & cherished cousin, Will Hudson. Will is one of my favorite poets and quick becoming one  of my favorite environmentalists. There is an intrinsic value in the boundless wilderness and the complex and… Continue reading

  • Textimony 20120807

    afternoon downpour sidewalk steam drifting upward empty cicada Continue reading

  • Singing in the Dark Temple of Midnight

    I am here to sing thee songs. In this hall of thine I have a corner seat. In thy world I have no work to do; my useless life can only break out in tunes without a purpose. When the… Continue reading

  • Together Alone Coming Down Later

    After doing prostrations, bending old body into the smoke-filled interior of the strange bedding, mind detaches from flowing world. Ages pass into moments pass into chaos pass into stillness where all these perennial teachings push me to transgress, to overcome,… Continue reading

  • Haiku 20120518

    Waiting for today Dawn yawning awake in east… Suddenly brilliance! Continue reading

  • Reintegration

    Dry appears wetcold, hothard, softsleepy, awakedead, living Emptiness fulfilled:Necessity ceases  Continue reading

  • Textimony 20120224

    “Poetry is produced not by the mere caprice of pleasure but by natural necessity.” ~Benedetto Croce on the Aesthetic Philosophy of Giambatista Vico Continue reading